tip-toeing close behind ╱ the
conundrum of heartbeat ﹠ sickly
sweet blood-flow sure to be heard
( or smelled ) long before soles
could ever so much as kiss the
ground below.
isn’t he 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 awake? * 💭
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⠀In the jowls of a nervy twilight , a vapid question with a perspicuous answer unnerves an already coarse enmity between sworn enemies. ⠀
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⠀“ You’re asking the wrong questions. ” »
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